OHMYFUCKINGGOD. Guys. I'm so fucking sorry. There really isn't any excuse I can give... I've just had the worst writers block in the history of ever. And I'm so, so sorry. Seriously. I've been working on this on and off for ages, but now... Well, here's your update. Late as fuck, but.. it's here. Shit. Damn. Argh.. I'm sorry.
Alright, alright, enough goddamn apologies, I'm sure you're already sick of me. Anyway. Here's your update. 3,218 words of partial filler, some fluff, and some smexings. I considered cutting it off before the smex, but then I thought that maybe I'd be murdered if I did that, after ditching you all for so long. So.. Yeah. Fuck it.
Anyway... If anyone lives in England, and actually does want to smack me for being so slow, I'm gonna be at London Expo on Saturday the 29th, as Hallowe'en Town Axel [from Kingdom Hearts]. So feel free to come and hit me... just make sure you done smudge my makeup..? Or bruise me too much. Oh, and I'd probably check it's actually me first. Y'know, Dia... Anyway. I'll quit rambling.
Warnings - Language and SMUTTTTT!
Disclaimer - Me no owny. D:
Enjoy~
It took me maybe... Five minutes to react at all. I just got... Lost. Completely lost in Mello's kiss, and his arms, and just fucking everything. Event he weird, musky scent of his sweat. Yeah, Gross, I know. Bleh. Goddamnit though, I enjoyed the moment so much... It actually surprised me when he broke it, pulling away and leaving me gasping for breath I hadn't even realised I needed. Huh.
He leans his forehead against mine, while he both catch our breath, before he shoots a slightly apologetic grin at me.
"Heh... Look, Matt... I know I've been a bit of an asshole over these past few days... Y'know, I always thought I could control myself just fine. Guess I really am just a nympho or something," he added in a mutter, but continued before I had a chance to object. "I guess, I just wanted to say... Sorry. For not.. y'know. Giving you some space. I was wondering if you'd let me take you out, as an apology..?"
I stare blankly at him for a long time, jaw hanging open a little ways as I try to process what was just said. As in, actually process and understand. Him... Me... Out? It takes a while for it all to add up properly, before I jerk into action, throwing my arms around his shoulders and grinning like a madman.
"Hell yeah! Let's go out! Somewhere fancy, right? That'd be so cool!"
I don't think I could've explained to anyone at that point why I was so fucking excited over the idea; maybe because I wanted to be treated like an adult, which seemed to be exactly what Mello was doing. Buyah..? It's weird, though. I kinda wonder what made him decide that, and then rush home to ask me out, essentially. Not that I'm complaining. I mean... Yeah. Who's gonna turn down a date with Mello, for fucks sake?
He grins, shoving me towards the bedroom so I can get changed, while he moves quickly to take a shower. My head reels, still not quite comprehending.
I'm going on a date? My first – probably – date? My first proper, official, adult date. Ever. Wow. It's kinda cool...! Heh.
So yeah, I'm being stupid, and completely overreacting about all this, but still..! I mean, it's good to know that your boyfriend – I so didn't just squeal like a little girl – isn't just in it for the sex. Of course, I'd already established it, but still. It's nice to go on dates, right? Well, at least, I assume it is... I wouldn't really know, after all. Huh.
Eh. Anyway. Weirdass fangirl moment over, I return to trying to dress myself appropriately, ending up in smartish looking black jeans that look almost like properly smart trousers, as well as a stripy black and red button-down shirt I forgot I even owned. I grin at myself in the mirror, deciding against sunglasses or anything; thats a bit too dorky for going out in the evenings. Pft. I know about... Fashion-y thingies. Bah.
Sighing, I give myself another check over, making sure everything fits properly – tightish shirt, jeans hugging my butt nicely... Yup. Everything's how it should be. Not that I usually spend a lot of time paying attention to my appearance, but... Hey. That's just how it is.
It doesn't take long before Mello rematerialises, grinning and looking me up and down, making me squirm. Yeah... I'm allowed to check me out, but it's still a bit awkward when he does. I know, I know, I need mental help, so sue me.
I just pout at him, turning away and stalking past him into the bathroom to try and flatten my hair out a little; I'm sure he doesn't want me to look like I just walked through a hedge backwards if we're going someplace.
And yeah, I know. It sounds like I'm making assumptions, but come on. We're going out, and it's late-ish. That can only mean we're going someplace nice, believe me. And hell only knows I'm looking forward to it. I mean, who wouldn't? It's gonna be bloody amazing.
A couple of minutes later, after the blast of a hair dryer, and a couple of loud noises later, Mello leaves the bedroom, at about the same time as I skip out of the bathroom, hair at least a little flatter than usual, before my jaw drops once again.
Y'know, Mello does tend to look fucking amazing in leather and all that. But I have to say, in simple dark blue slacks, with a lighter blue button down shirt that somehow highlights... absolutely everything about him. It's freaking amazing. He just looks so...! I don't even know. But he looks good. Even if we do clash a little. But hey, that's alright.
After all, it's not like we're getting married or anything. So we don't need to match. Pft.
Still, it really does feel great, sat beside Mello in his car as we head... Well, I'm not entirely sure where we're heading, since I'm not really familiar with this part of town, but hey. Somewhere decent, I think. I hope. I swear, if we end up at a MacDonald's after all this, I'm gonna be eating some brains.
Still, I can't help but feel a little excited about the whole thing; hell, I thought he was just gonna throw me down and have his way with me when he came through the door... I guess I don't know him as well as I figured that I did... Hn. Ah well.
I wonder what made him change his mind about breaking my week of non-sex, though...
-Mello POV, Flashbacktoearlier-
I sighed loudly, let my hands fall away from my face to meet the table, before sighing again, extra loudly for good measure. Someone had to notice soon enough. Glaring at the occupants of the room, I allowed myself a small smirk as Near stood and left, obviously knowing my scowling was mostly directed at him. Little prick.
After a moment of silence, L looked up from his cake, one eyebrow raised. "Very well, I'll bite. What's bothering you, Mello?"
Instantly, I perked up, slamming a fist on the table and looking as violent as I could manage. "What's bothering me is that I haven't gotten laid in days! I mean, B's out-sexing me at the moment, and he's nine fucking years younger!" … Ok, so I might be a whiny jackass at the moment – don't you dare even think 'whiny bitch' – but for the love of crap, Matty just randomly stopped putting out! I'm a man, damnit!
B didn't even bother to stifle his laughter, while L looked faintly bemused. "Well, sometimes Beyond has to put up with that as well. He never dares try to deprive himself of sex," he added, a curious expression on his face, looking almost like he might be smiling. Weird. Ish.
It took B a moment to compose himself, before he shooed L into the kitchen with a quick hand gesture. I sometimes question who's actually uke between those two, honestly... Anyway.
Once L had left, B quickly took the seat next to mine, having been sat quite far off moments ago, acting like it was all a big secret.
"Alright, here's what you can do..." He paused, presumably for dramatic effect or some shit. He's dumb like that. "You have to 'court'him."
You could actually hear the quote marks, though it might've been helpful that he made the gestures as well, even if the shit-eating grin he had on his face was sort of creeping me out. If he was arrested for anything, it'd probably be some psychotic, attention-seeking murder spree, he's such a damn drama queen.
"Court him?" I knew I probably looked blank – not gormless, Mello doesn't look gormless, though he does refer to himself in third person, apparently – and sort of confused, but I wasn't too worried. I just wished B would choose his language in a less old-fashioned way. He's weird.
"Yeah, court him. Y'know, take him out for fancy crap, buy him shit, that kinda thing." B nodded, looking oddly superior as he leant back in his chair, pressing his fingertips together in a neat steeple, looking creepily like an evil genius.
I nodded slowly, trying to figure out if that counted as deception of some form, before realising it didn't really matter; I kind of wanted to take Matty out on a date anyway, and if it would get me laid as well, then hells to the yeah, I say. Though, I probably won't ever say that ever again. And if I do, I may have to kil myself, or someone else. Collatoral damage, whatever.
B grinned, even wider if that was actually possible. He could obviously tell I was contemplating it, which was odd, since I usually have a pretty decent poker face. Stupid pyschologist's boyfriend.
Slowly, I nodded, propping my chin up on my hand again, looking outwardly thoughtful now. "Hm. Well, I suppose there's no harm in trying that..."
B nodded eagerly, and once again I had to question my assumption that he bottomed. Seriously, the kid's kinda freaky.
"It works, believe me. Especially if you do it right, they practically fall at your feet," he added, grabbing a jar of jam off the table – when did that even get there? - and unscrewing it, sticking his fingers straight in and licking them happily.
"Brilliant. Then, you're gonna do it?"
"I guess.. I'm gonna try."
At that point, L walked back in, frowning at the two of us. It didn't take a genius to figure out he'd been eavesdropping.
"You two are ridiculous."
-Matt's POV Again-
Grinning, I settled myself down into the chair – kindly held out by Mello – and took the offered menu, immediately starting to leaf through it, probably looking dementedly excitable about the whole ordeal.
Though, Mello seemed happy enough, shooting me soft glances every time he thought I wasn't looking. For the record, the only time I don't look at Mello is when I'm eating or sleeping. Not that I'm creepy, but I like to watch him, he's just so... interesting. His mannerisms are something entirely different to everyone else I know.
Huffing a little to myself as I looked over the lists of food – all delicious sounding, by the way – I once again wondered what exactly had brought about such a random idea. Not that I was going to complain, since I've wanted to go on a date with Mello since I met him... Alright, I wanted to fuck him since I met him, but dating was a close second..!
Ok, fine. It really wasn't that close at all. But still.
Eventually, we both order, and sit sipping drinks – beer for him, coke for me – as we wait for the chef guy to come out and cook our stuff. 'Cause it was one of those fancy-ass, expensive Japanese places where they cook your stuff in front of you. It's pretty fucking awesome, and it hasn't even started..! Yeah, I'm just bloody excitable today. So shoot me, why don't you.
In all honesty, the evening was actually a bit of a blur; I had the best time ever, though. I swear, it was one of the greatest fucking nights of my – albeit short – life... I think I probably say that quite often, though. Whatever. The fact remains, I had great food, great company, and everything was fucking great!
It almost came as a surprise to me when I found myself back in Mello's car, listening to rock music on the radio and grinning like a madman. Honestly, sometimes time just passes too fast for it's own good.
Still, the car journey was fun – most me and Mello singing completely off-key to rock songs, to which we only knew half the words, and laughing as we got the lyrics all wrong, while I spent far more time than I should have needed to batting my boyfriend's hand away from my thigh. But hey, that's life!
I sighed as the car came to a stop in Mello's parking spot, giggling a little, even though my face had started to hurt from smiling too much. I guess.. I just couldn't help myself. Mello's actually a huge amount of fun to be around, when he isn't being a total pervert. Well, he's fun then, too, but in a different way. .. Yeah, I'll stop digging myself a hole now.
About fifteen minutes later, we found ourselves happily settled on the couch, popcorn in a bowl on Mello's lap, and a movie playing on the TV. It was quite nice, really, a good end to the day.
In a pretty lame, cliché move, Mello slung his arms over my shoulders, grinning furtively at me as I glanced over, eyesbrows obscured by my fringe, but definitely raised. He simply shrugged a shoulder, turning back to the movie calmly, making me sigh and shake my head at him.
We watched in silent companionship for quite a while, in which time I found it quite easy to relax, curling up against my boyfriend's warm side, his arm still around me, while he was spread out comfortably – I assume – with his free arm over the back of the sofa, and his legs splayed. Once again, I assume that was comfortable. Well, I can attest for it actually, since y'know... I'm a guy, and yeah, it's a good way to sit. Anyway.
… Does that mean I'm sitting like a girl? Fuck it.
Ignoring that thought, I scooped up some more popcorn, chewing through it happily and smirking to myself at the happenings of the movie, shaking my head a little and squirming about, finding myself rather suddenly face-to-face with Mello.
There was a pause, where we both stared at each other, both knowing what was coming next, but not quite daring to believe it – even if we were already together and all that. What-thefuck-ever.
It didn't come as too much of a surprise as our lips met, and I suddenly felt all the will I had to hold through with the no-sex thing seep out of me, not even thinking as I wrapped my arms around his neck, feeling him smile a little into the kiss, before he broke away.
"Matt, look.. I'm sorry... I love you..."
His voice was soft, tender even, and made me melt a little. Like a fucking girl, I know, but he's seriously sexy. And I'm seriously getting hard. I hate being a fucking teenager sometimes.
"Um... I think... I think I want to have sex with you," I blurted out, not even thinking about what I was saying until after I said it; though, when do I ever really think about what I'm going to say before I say it? Let's face it, I'm kind of an asshole that way.
Surprise was evident on Mello's face, but he didn't seem to mind all that much, instead just leaning back into the kiss, his hands resting somewhat chastely on my hips as I wriggled my way onto his lap, probably enjoying myself a little more than I ought to have been. I say that, because my jeans were probably a little too tight for it being so early in the making out stages.
He seemed to notice this, cutting our now quite tongue-ful kiss short so that he could chuckle, but giving me no time to reprimand him, instead quickly finding my neck with his lips, rendering me pretty much speechless, unable to make much noise past senseless moans.
It seemed like no time at all before we were both stripped down to pretty much nothing, me left in my shirt, and Mello left in his boxers, stumbling towards our room, not bothering stopping kissing so that we could see where we were going, or even really thinking of doing so.
After hitting far more things than was really needed, we reached the bedroom, collapsing down onto the bed easily, limbs tangled together to the point where even I could barely tell where I finished and he began, though it probably didn't help I was stuck in a lustful haze at the time.
It didn't take long before my shirt and Mello's boxers had been tossed onto the floor, fingers fumbling with a tube of lubricant as I gasped and moaned wantonly, sense of pride and shame completely lost. However many days it'd been had really been far too long, and I could really feel the sexual tension all of a sudden.
I groaned, partially in pain and partially in pleasure as Mello pressed a slick finger into me, before I remembered to relax, letting his digits help stretch me out a little, gasping and losing my breath completely as he found my prostate, teasing me mercilessly.
I swear, time had no substance today, because it seemed like he'd barely started to stretch me out before he stopped, focusing instead on lubing himself up. I guess my memory must be messed, because I swear he wasn't always that big, but I'm pretty sure that's just because I deprived myself of it for so long.
Fucking hell that makes me sound like some whore-ish slut-bitch. Damn.
Still.
I let out a soft whimper as I felt him start to press in, logical brain breaking through for a moment, telling me I should stop right now, before it was blown straight out again as my lips met Mello's in a sloppy kiss, technique lost to lust, though it didn't matter too much to me at this stage.
He moved slowly, inch by inch, until he was full sheathed, at which point he stayed completely still, giving me time to adjust. A nice gesture, but by that point all I really wanted was to fuck, not too bothered about the shit I should probably be bothered about. Like, y'know, potential tearing or whatever. Couldn't give a shit right about now.
After a few more agonising seconds of absolutely nothing, he finally graced my butt with movement, thrusts smooth and fluid, making me cry out. Within a few thrusts he located my prostate – I guess it was obvious, since I all but screamed as he hit it – and proceeded to attack it with long, harsh movements, making me pant and groan, body twisting as his fingers found a nipple, playing about with it in an oddly intoxicating way.
It didn't take me long to feel tension coiling in my abdomen, and I wished I had better stamina, though coherent thuoght completely left me as I reached the edge and tipped straight over, climaxing hard over Mello's hand – when did that even get there? - and my own chest, surprised when a small glob – …? – hit my jaw.
I was still recovering, breathless, as Mello thrusted into me a few more times, before cumming hard as well, making me gasp and whimper softly, feeling almost painfully sensitive as he pulled out slowly.
"Fucking hell, Mello..."
"Matty... I love you so much.."
"... I love you too."
Holy shit-on-a-stick. Well.. There it is. The far too long awaited new chapter. I really hope this tides you over for a littler while, because I'm not gonna be able to write for a while, yet again... This week, I'm up north, and on the weekend, I'm messing about with my friends for London Expo. So.. Yeah.
Hopefully it won't take me another few months to update, though. I'm trying as hard as I can though, I swear.
Anyway, review and give me virtual smacks, attack me on Saturday and give me real smacks, and.. yeah! Have a great day/evening/whatever, guys *love*
~Dia